Originally Posted by ORC
Welcome, Cadrius.
You last visited: 28th of August, 2008 at 23:01

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That speaks volumes.

My friends, it's about time that I pulled the plug on Deadwatch. I do this with a heavy heart, but it's all too apparent that I can't do justice to your efforts or the game as a whole when we go months without any updates. It is for no lack of desire, and certainly for no lack of respect for each of you, but it is instead something that seems to be beyond my ability at this time.

I've come to love each of the personalities you've played. They have breathed life into this bleak world, and I'll miss each of them: Lyr, Aleina, Feyd, Aashya, Aswad, Heulwen, Rhotha'ah, Dun, and even Elennir. It has truly been a privilege to work with each of you--I cannot say this enough. I feel blessed to have had the caliber of colleagues to work with on this story, and I grieve for having to let Deadwatch slip into the dark, but it's the right decision. By no means is this an indicator that I'm retiring from the ORC, it's just the realization that I don't have what it takes to run a game right now.

I could wax philosophic about how this came to be and what I need to change, but I'll keep it short.

You all have been fantastic, and I could not have wished for a better set of players. Thank you for all of your effort and patience. If there are any loose ends about the story you'd like to know about, feel free to ask.

I suppose I can't say I didn't have a feeling it was coming, but I am greatly saddened nonetheless. Cad, it was a great game - in no small part due to the effort you put into each and every post. I've loved playing in this game with all of you.

This may have come up in-game, but I've only been skimming since I left... whatever happened to Lyr? Was he eaten by Fell? He was eaten by Fell, wasn't he? They just yummed up his tenders. Made sweetmeats of his sweetbreads. Made vittles of his vitals. Didn't they? Didn't they?!

__________________"When I read Grey's Anatomy, my mouth waters. Does that make me a bad person?"

Loruk's retelling was mostly accurate. A number of townsmen were cuckolded by a legate years earlier during the mysterious construction of a church within the middle of the woods. The men of Fairbrook rose up against him and were cursed with the legate's dying breath. As they died in the fire that gutted and ruined the church, they rose again as scorched, lecherous fell. Their torment was to roam the forest, looking for brides for the fallen legate.

What Happened to Lyr

Lyr set off into the forest to find Aleina and the others to spread word of what he'd found in the barn. Along the way he met someone else though. Someone beautiful, far too beautiful to be of this world. She made even Aleina look like a plain farmhand.

The magic pulsing through her veins struck a chord that reverberated through his soul. It fueled a yearning that left him powerless. Without a second thought he followed her deeper into the woods.

Dura Abben

Dura never made it beyond Fairbrook. He rose one night, still feeling as if a dream, and walked beneath the shadowy boughs. It was there that he met Lyr's enchantress. He listened to her web of lies and sweet promises and abandoned his wife and son. His shack, or what remains of it, still stands.